Diary
Sharar, my hometown, looks like me – Ahmed Seif Hashed (2)
My diary.. from the details of my life
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Sharar, my hometown, looks like me
Ahmed Seif Hashed
Our village, like other villages in Wadi Sharar in Qabita, chews its poverty every day, night and day.. Dry bread with tea and milk if many, and porridge and “wazef” are the most important meals that our stomachs are accustomed to, and kept us alive.. “Wozef” is a high protein The benefit he has upon us is beautiful and a great favor that only one of us can deny.. to how much do we owe him survival and life!!
“Sharar” may be a valley or its locality or tired villages on the banks of the swept valley, and scattered houses on the edges and backs of the mountains, and terraces that lack a stream or gale, and depend on the rain that has always let them down in many seasons..
“Sharar” when the rain stops, the money is collected from need and want for the “rain-changer” .. “Sharar” has always been let down by the seasons, and the destinies have turned him crazy.. You have betrayed him, and betrayal and slander return to him, and hope has faded away, so he sought help from “Nama” Rain, after despair and blockage..
A wretched valley is like the misery of its children.. It searches for glory amidst sadness, politics, and devastation.. It is full of poverty and the breath of rebellion.. (Sharar) is like the east looking for a sunrise, and the sunrise is still far away from it.. I do not know why the name of the valley was (Sharar), is there any The spark of the valley, or from the sparks of fire, or from misery mixed with misery..
There is a story told that he was unlucky and a lot of contentment.. How “sinister” I am!!
His story says: When God divided the orchards and gardens among the valleys, he asked (Wadi Sharar) if he wanted a garden or a garden, and he answered him with a contented answer: (If it increases, otherwise I will not wander) he did not add to Wadi Sharar a garden or garden, or so it came in the story.. Sharar “has always suffered from distress and deprivation, and he lacked a garden and an orchard, and hemorrhage doubled his ordeal and disappointment, and perhaps it is not all that bad.
(Sharar) the contentment that some believe has failed our hope before we came, and he is still content to this day, and we are still haunted by the curse of his conviction that we adored, and we did not abandon her love even if we were hungry and our bones were innocent and the body was sick..
We are still proud and proud of contentment, and it did not lose sight of us and did not end, and we are still haunted by the same: “Contentment is an inexhaustible treasure.” Contentment is a treasure that lasts.. “Sharar” is a valley and villages, and my hometown, which I am unable to carry, or help alleviate it.. “Sharar” resembles me or resembles him in some of these and those.
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